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"Sect Master! That evil star is piercing our mountain-protecting formation with a flying needle!!" The young disciple ran over with panic on his face. The sect master sat cross-legged and raised his eyelids slightly: "Concentrate and calm down. A flying needle is not a flying sword. There is nothing to be afraid of. Let him go." "But Sect Master..." The disciple cried sadly, "That needle is full of sword intent." Before he finished speaking, the mountain-protecting formation shattered in response.

It's the seventh day of June in the thirteenth year of Shenwu. It's sunny today. I went out for an outing today and killed a Haijie Titousha. I lost three skills and improved my cultivation to a small level. I also saved the leader of the martial arts alliance and the hussar general. Dull. By the way, they probably didn't realize that the man in black who cut through all evil with one sword was me, right? After all, I'm just an ordinary bad guy.